In the Night Mirror, Harry's body is looking at a crystal ball.

The crystal ball was filled with black mist, and the mist was constantly struggling, and it seemed that it was not willing to be confined in this small space.

A little tired of playing, Harley snapped her fingers slightly.

The crystal ball shattered instantly, shattering pieces of glass to the ground.

The black mist inside realized that this was an excellent "opportunity" to resist, and immediately rushed out with teeth and claws.

It already had a vague consciousness of its own, and pounced on Harley with precision.

And then...... There is no then.

The curse stopped the moment she reached Harry.

Harley just raised her eyes slightly, her eyes didn't fluctuate, and the black mist curse shrank back in an instant as if she had met a cat and a mouse—

It slammed into one of the larger fragments of the crystal ball faster than it had ever arrived, and tried to drill into it.

After discovering that the crystal ball had been completely reduced to pieces, the curse also spiritually attempted to use the body as a glue to reunite the pieces.

I think this crystal ball is small, just right, and the outside world is really not suitable for me!

"Is it really interesting, you already have a sense of fear, and you have a preliminary wisdom?"

With a kind smile on her face, Harley's hair grew and turned into a snake's hair.

The snake's hair was raised high, and the forked tongue in the snake's mouth at the end kept shaking, making a crisp "hissing" sound.

The black mist suddenly became even more frightened, and the entire curse shrank together, not daring to come out at all.

"Am I that terrible?" Hallie's smile grew brighter, but her eyes revealed displeasure, "Hmm...... It seems that there really is. ”

"Well, this witch has a good heart and can't bear to let you suffer fears that you shouldn't have to bear at your age. Good bye. ”

As soon as the words fell, the head of the snake at the end of the snake's hair swallowed it fiercely, swallowing the curse completely as if eating jelly beans, and then turned back into long black hair.

Hallie herself smacked her lips in place of the snakehead, as if she had just enjoyed something.

"Senior Riddle is really whimsy!"

After completely "tasting" this long-standing curse, Harley couldn't help but sigh,

"This ingenious design, through the cross-mixing of at least four different black arts, curses on a vague concept...... Talented, really talented. ”

She snapped her fingers, and four black spells flew out of the ends of Hallie's four hairs, hitting a guinea pig that had just been conjured.

The mouse opened its mouth, but it didn't make any sound, and it fell directly on the table, stopping to breathe.

"It worked." There was joy in Hallie's voice, "But it's a bit too powerful, and I need to distinguish it in detail." ”

"There's something else to do tonight, so let's stop here first, thanks to Senior Riddle for the gift. Now this curse is mine. ”

After studying the curse that had plagued Hogwarts for a long time, Harry's attention turned to the line of curses that had been linked to the curses.

The previous curse was just an appetizer, and even if she didn't get it, it only made Harley feel a little sorry.

In Harley's opinion, only these magical lines of soul and curse are the unexpected surprise of the night, the real feast.

“…… This strongest thread should be connected to the most important piece of Elder Riddle's soul. ”

Those lines have been embodied in Harry's hands at this time, as if they are witches' toys.

"So, he had a Horcrux with him? Or is his main soul too broken and in half in his body? ”

"This question is worth studying, and when I become the doomsday witch of sequence one, I may be able to take the useless senior Riddle for final research, so that he can exert his residual warmth."

"And the last Horcrux I didn't find, I'll take a look...... It was hidden in Gringotts. ”

Harley picked up one of the solid wires and tugged at the crown attached to the end of the solid thread.

The Ravenclaw crown was unresponsive, and the soul fragments inside did not dare to come out at all after a long period of experimentation.

"I suddenly had a bold idea."

Harley looked at the condensed solid line, and the other translucent, illusory long line that connected to the head of the bed in her bedroom, and suddenly thought of something.

The corners of her mouth curled into a rather wicked smile, and the barriers around the magic mirror slowly melted, revealing a multicolored mirror world that reflected various reflections.

A small hand made of spider silk emerges from the mirrored world and reaches for the nearest entrance to the real world.

After a moment, the little hand quickly retracted, and it was still holding a small box with a large number of intricate patterns.

At the same time, the mirror world shatters, and Hallie returns to the Room of Requirement, but this time, the room has taken the shape of only Harley.

Spider silk flew in mid-air, and a simple altar quickly took shape, and two long lines of condensation and one illusory long line flew up to the altar at the same time.

The box covered with seals was slowly opened, and fragments of broken souls emerged from it.

The old Ravenclaw crown also appears at the other end of the altar.

Standing in front of the altar, Hallie with her fingers interlocked and her eyes reverent, reciting her new three-stage name changed after she was promoted to Sequence 2 Calamity Witch and became a complete mythical creature and a venerable earth angel:

"Protector of calamity and the source of evil,"

"The Angel Who Played the Doomsday Movement,"

"The Returnee Who Never Grows Old,"

“……”

There was no magic fluctuation on the worn Ravenclaw tiara, but suddenly magic appeared, and a metal mouth slowly appeared.

The soul fragments, who had been wailing and singing the praises of madness and depravity in a mournful voice, and a certain primordial witch, had also stopped crying and had grown a figurative mouth.

Both began to sing at the same time, chanting the same words together:

"Afflicted Ones of Disasters and Sources of Evil,"

“……”

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The wizarding world of Great Britain, Diagon Lane, the busiest shopping street, the Wizarding Bank Gringotts.

At this time, Gringotts had closed its doors, but the elves had not rested yet, and were still working overtime.

They were counting the day's harvest and counting how much gold and gold gallons had been put in storage today.

Below the hall is the underground vault, which is heavily fortified and impregnable, and the deepest row of vaults belonging to the ancient family is even guarded by fire dragons.

The Lestrange family vault is located here, filled with treasures and a gold cup.

This cup does not look particularly precious, it has two handles and a badger carved on it.

But it was placed on the top of a shelf in the deepest part of the shelf, and at the bottom of the shelf was the Lestrange family's genealogy made of gold and various other precious treasures.

The cup slept there silently, not moving.

Suddenly, Jinbei seemed to have received some kind of stimulation from the outside world, so he woke up from his sleep.

Its dormant magic began to fluctuate wildly, spreading wildly around it, resisting the damage of the unseen magic.

The unbridled magic of the Golden Cup stimulated the other ancient treasures around it.

Suddenly, a small riot erupted in the Lestrange family's vault, with objects colliding and exploding.

But all this was quickly quelled by the magic that the Lestrange family had arranged in advance, and only the golden cup was wiping out its magic to strengthen its own resistance.

However, no matter how much Jinbei resisted, it was only in vain. In less than a minute, Jinbei's resistance completely collapsed.

A mouth grew out of the cup, and he began to recite the name of a great being respectfully.

"Protector of calamity and the source of evil,"

"The Angel Who Played the Doomsday Movement,"

"The Returnee Who Never Grows Old,"

"Your believers ask you to come here and bring us the end of everything and the glory of eternal life in the kingdom of your God."

With the recitation over and over again, all the mirrors in the entire vault seemed to be polluted, or rather purified.

Their mouths also grew out of their mirrors and began to chant and pray together.

The largest full-length mirror, inlaid with jewels and gold, suddenly bloomed with violent magical fluctuations, and a door connecting the mirror world opened.

Harley stepped out of the mirrored world and into this treasure trove that had been silent for a long time.

As soon as her bare feet touched the gold ornament below, the ornament made a "zizi" sound, emitting a burning sensation and reproducing more fake items.

However, Harley didn't care, the heat that would burn the skin of an ordinary wizard was just an ordinary hot spring for her, and it wasn't even as comfortable as a real magma hot spring.

"Fire Spell and Replication Charm? Interesting. ”

Harley twitched a necklace on tiptoe and made a judgment with a glance.

The treasure house suddenly became cold, and the ceiling seemed to be connected to the pole of the South Pole.

The snow was falling heavily, and the crystal snowflakes were like blades, piercing these treasures fiercely, piercing the magic that existed on them.

Mute the world and listen to the sound of broken magic!

All the treasures are turned into sturdy ice sculptures in the snowflakes.

When the frost is gone, the spell that protects the treasure is lifted.

"It looks like the experiment was successful." Hallie looked around, bowing slightly,

"It's nice to have the first time I managed to influence the Horcrux and make it remotely locate it for me......"

"Then, these treasures should be regarded as a reward for my success."

The Night Mirror flew out of Hallie's waist and devoured all of the Lestrange family's vaults except for the Gold Cup.

Ancient books, strings of necklaces, armor and swords all rose into the air, and the mountain of gold coins quickly disappeared, and finally even a tiny bronze nut in the corner was not spared.

After making sure that the vault was basically emptied, Harley stepped forward and removed the gold cup from the shelf.

She could clearly feel that the soul in the cup was trembling after being frozen by the previous ice world.

"Dear Senior Riddle, it looks like we're meeting again."

Hallie whistled, tossed the gold cup into her pocket, and lay down with the worn tiara and the small box.

Ice formed on the ground, slowly engulfing Harry's form.

When there was no longer a figure in the vault, the ice quickly dissipated and the liquid evaporated, leaving only a dead vault.

None of the elves patrolling outside and the sleeping fire dragons noticed anything unusual about the vault, and previous fluctuations in mana were only considered normal by them.

After all, few of these pure-blood families are good things, and it is normal to hide some contraband in their own vaults that occasionally riot.

As long as the money is in place, Gringotts will never ask.

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In the Malfoy family's manor, the underground vault.

Voldemort sat at his desk, flipping through his magic books.

As for why you say that the second page of the book has the name of a certain generation of Malfoy's ancestors......

Voldemort didn't know, how did he know why his book was named by the Malfoy family ancestors? It's good enough that he doesn't ask the Malfoys to kneel down and apologize!

Flipping through the books, Voldemort pondered his plans.

He had been very satisfied lately, the cooperation with the Saints was progressing in an orderly manner, the Dementors had promised to return to his command, the elves' weapons were nearing completion, and the giants and werewolves had been hidden near the North Sea.

In Hogwarts, although Umbridge herself was stupid and almost affected Severus's spy work on the first day, at least she didn't make any more stupid mistakes during this time, and she was planning in an orderly manner.

Although the struggle in the Ministry of Magic is becoming more and more intense, Fudge will not be able to fall for a while, and it will not interfere with his plans.

Perfect, just perfect.

Just as Voldemort was dreaming of a bright future where he would kill Harry Potter and Dumbledore and take complete control of the wizarding world, his soul shuddered.

"What happened?" Voldemort subconsciously stood up and looked in the direction of Hogwarts.

He pulled out his yew wand and chanted an incantation of great complexity.

However, there are no anomalies, and the curse that exists at Hogwarts remains intact.

"Strange." Voldemort furrowed a non-existent brow, "Is it my delusion?" ”

After a moment's hesitation, he began to hook up his curse, trying to use its power to connect to Umbridge's Dark Mark.

All went well, and the curse answered his call, shielding the castle from its own power.

Voldemort was relieved, thinking that the previous anomaly was just an illusion brought to him when the curse grew.

On the table, the black tea that had cooled in the teacup was poured out, and the cup that had just been brewed was replaced.

Voldemort took a sip of satisfaction, not caring in the slightest about a house-elf leaving the narrow compartment in the wall.

This kind of weak ant-like slave, why should the great Dark Lord care?

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(ps. The original book and various sources say that Azkaban is located in the icy waters of the North Sea, so is there a better geography boss to give the author a popular science, where is this North Sea?) (End of chapter)